[The memory of Zhongli standing in the snow with only his suit to warm him suddenly appears in Seonho's mind. Even then, he had seemed entirely unaffected.]

...I would like to ask you what exactly you mean by 'your intention', but... perhaps that is a conversation better had while sitting.

[Seonho always wants answers, but he's willing to temporarily shelve them if that means Zhongli gets to Rest.]

Are your quarters nearby?

[he's assuming that zhongli has a house of his own here, or at least woke up with that little key in his hands too]